I Am Barbara

By Barbara Bellinger

There are stories of many strong people who has over come this thing called addiction and I give them all their praises,but I feel that no one can tell your story better than you can. I feel so blessed to have survive my battle of a 30 year addiction. In this book I not only tell of the joys of being clean and sober, but the happiness of being reunited with family and friends and being part of my community not as a minus but as a productive member, God has brought me full circle back to the place of my birth. I believe that every test in my life was necessary, so that I can have a testimony of the wonderful salvation of God. This is my gift to my decendents that are yet to be born to this world that they may know of me and the strong roots that they are born from. This book reflect the joy of love in my life , the poems in this book reflect the trust I give myself that happines is here to stay and those dark days of letting something as crippling as addiction control me again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Mar 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9781532072376

Barbara Bellinger

Barbara Bellinger is not what you would call a seasoned writer , but you can call her a sprit filled full of heart and imagination, because of the Blessed life Barbara has been living back on the place of her birth, the beautiful little town of Eutawville gives her all the inspiration she needs to write.

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Contents

I Am Barbara

I woke with the morning dew

fields from wince I came

Poems by umi Can’t sleep

What are you doing

I can’t recall

Sunday at mothers

To my

Readers

The words in this book are words of Praise, I Praise my Family

For all the love and support that they have given me throughout the years

To my friends that I call brothers and sisters in Christ I am so happy to with you on this Christian journey….I dedicate this book to all of you for being part of Duck’s story

I Am Barbara

Getting off exit 98 from off of HWY 95, south…

I am returning home to the country of my birth,

In these United States of America, it’s called South Carolina.. Turning on to exit 98, it’s as if I went back in time, as if time stood still here, as I merge into the town, I do see something’s a new, a traffic light and Band name Motels mmm, the strip has really grown up. The entire amenity for a weary traveler could need when a rest area won’t do. But yet, there’s cleanliness about it, the kind you can walk with your shoes off, and not be worried about broken glass. The Blue sky, the bellowed clouds that move so slowly and change into shapes, haha there’s one shaped like a hand pointing its finger, pointing me to the way home, straight ahead.

As the song says, the long and winding road that leads to your door, you left me waiting here such a long, long time ago. Don’t leave me waiting here lead me to your door. As the road drives me back in time, I could still call the names of to whom these houses be long, but I guess now it would be their grandchildren, or even great-grands. How proud the spirits of the old ones must be, to see the wooden shacks transform into fine brick houses and well kept lawns and shapely hedges…Gone are the days of sweeping the yard with Shaw brooms